The inside of the cabin was dusty and smelled like pine wood. There was a small fireplace, a kitchen with an old stove, and a big bed in the corner with a fur rug over it. Jaxson walked over to the fireplace and started a fire. Soon, the room was filled with a warm, orange glow.
Isabella took off her high heels. She felt much better now that her feet were on the floor. She watched Jaxson. He was taking off his shirt. His back was covered in old scars that she hadn't noticed before.
"Where did you get those?" she asked, pointing at his back.
"Prison," he said shortly. "I got caught once. In Italy. It wasn't a fun three years."
He walked over to her. The firelight made his muscles look even bigger. He looked like a warrior from an old book. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her toward him. The velvet of her dress felt very soft against his bare skin.
"Isabella," he said, his voice sounding like a low growl. "I've been thinking about you all through that chase. I thought about what would happen if I lost you before I got to have you one more time."
"You won't lose me," she said.
She reached for the zipper of her red dress. She struggled with it for a second, but then Jaxson's hands were there. He unzipped the dress slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. The dress pooled around her ankles on the dusty floor.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed. The fur rug was very soft and warm. He laid her down and got on top of her, his weight feeling good against her.
"I'm going to make you forget about the guns and the gold," he whispered into her ear.
He started to kiss her, and this time, there was no rush. They had all night. He moved his hands over her body, memorizing every curve. Isabella felt a deep ache inside her that only he could fix. She pulled him closer, her heart beating in time with his.
Every touch was electric. Every kiss was like a promise. In the glow of the fire, they moved together, lost in each other. Jaxson was more intense than he had been at the penthouse. He was more desperate, as if he was trying to prove to her—and himself—that they were still alive.
Afterward, they lay together under the fur rug. The fire was dying down to glowing embers.
"What happens tomorrow?" Isabella asked.
"Tomorrow," Jaxson said, pulling her close. "We find a way to disappear. Just you and me. And maybe a little bit of that gold."
Isabella smiled. She didn't care about the gold. She just cared about the man who had stolen her heart.